[Koby's gotten good at not thinking about things. Don't think about being hungry or scared, on Alvida's ship. Don't think about failing or screwing up, in the Marines. Don't think about how this could be the last time he sees Luffy, before he disappears across the ocean.
So he doesn't think about that, just huffs out a laugh, hands coming to cradle Luffy's face, taking in that smile, that look. Memorizing it, just in case.]
Maybe a hundred? I've already lost count, though. [One thumb strokes the scar on Luffy's cheek, gently.] We might need to try something else, to make up for it.
[It's a pretty smooth line, and would probably be a lot more impressive if Koby wasn't bright red as he said it.]
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So he doesn't think about that, just huffs out a laugh, hands coming to cradle Luffy's face, taking in that smile, that look. Memorizing it, just in case.]
Maybe a hundred? I've already lost count, though. [One thumb strokes the scar on Luffy's cheek, gently.] We might need to try something else, to make up for it.
[It's a pretty smooth line, and would probably be a lot more impressive if Koby wasn't bright red as he said it.]